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Sam has alway been a heavy sleeper, the exact opposite of Dean. It's been his body's reaction to his father and brother returning late from hunts. And with the ill effects of the trials to close Hell, his body needs the sleep.
Plus, the wicked hangover he seems to have amassed cannot be helping such matters.
So when Dean starts knocking on the door, yelling at him to get up and start working on something or something, he sleeps right through it.
Then, he is being shaken awake. He grunts, telling Dean to go away when he realizes that he never ever leaves his bedroom door unlocked at night. So who....?
Kevin has never been a light sleeper.
He wakes up immediately, hungover but beyond caring (he has had much, much worse), suddenly aware that he's pressed up next to something giant and warm. It is a pleasant feeling, until he is more fully awake and able to process thought.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit fucking hell shit.
He's the little spoon to the big spoon of none other than Sam Winchester.
Sam Winchester, who is like thirty or something.
Sam Winchester, who is completely naked, just like him.
Sam Winchester, whose older brother would track him down and beat him up for being in his beloved little bro's bed.
Sam Winchester, who is like a weird estranged brother.
And thirty. Kevin is still young enough to bee seen by a pediatrician.
"Sammy, get your ass out of bed, or I swear we'll kick down the door." Since he and Cas had resolved their longstanding sexual and romantic tension, they were inseparable and often referred to as 'we'.
Cas mumbles something and Dean grumbles his response before raising his voice once again so Sam (and by result, Kevin) could hear him.
"Sam, we can't find Kevin anywhere. He's gone missing without a trace."
This wakes Sam up. He's been half awake from Kevin's shaking, and finally puts two and two together.
He's curled protectively around the very alarmed and very very under aged prophet.
"Kevin?"
"Yeah." Kevin sounds terrified and uncomfortable.
"This is really awkward."